Short Disregarded Poems
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There was once a guy named Forknife
He played Fortnite for a fortnight
He disregarded his schoolwork
Because he was doing “homework”
He’s out on the streets with frostbite.
An accidental unity which rumbles and rolls you home
A disregarded diversity which puts us at its mercy
Cheers to the driver who holds the court
Keeps us together yet drives us away
Her cryptic change overnight,
Left her in a barren land,
Scorned, buffeted, disregarded
Contemplating death.
By: Sabina Nicole
When we were with each other,
Her fond looks I disregarded;
Her true feelings I neglected.
What a stupid I was then!
There’s no use crying over spilt milk…
Bite Size Contest no.62 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date: 02-05-2023
You have disregarded instructions
Thus claiming improper deductions
Send money by mail
And IF you should fail
Your paycheck will suffer reductions...
“The hardest thing in the world to understand is income tax” - Albert Einstein
Submitted for: John Freeman’s contest
This is not really me
Merely smoke and mirrors
Plying a day job
That pays the bills
The me
I see
Dissected into ribbons cleverly disregarded
Like a modern day beetle
Imagining all the people
Who have heard the news today and chosen to stay
Sometimes the clothes do not fit the father
Conundrum
Modern medicine
Quick evacuation of wounded soldiers
On the battlefield
Keep the death rates of warriors down
And we accept the losses.
But it also makes wars last much longer
To the detriment
Of civilians caught up in countries where
Warfare happens.
And civilian deaths are disregarded.
One fine day I meant to fast.
The door bell rang, and I stared aghast
at the delivery boy who flashed a smile,
My tongue disregarded my tummy’s file.
Then a neighbour, uninvited, stepped,
Looked at where the box was kept.
I saw my money drain to waste--
As the glutton hurried to taste.
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these thoughts
i'm sipping
are more bitter
than the coffee
i'm drinking
this morning
the past
is stirring
in swirls
of emotions
i try
to bury myself
in sugar coated dreams
but all that lingers
is the salt
from old wounds
i feel disregarded
like the grounds
from this old pot
as it pours
darkness
into my thoughts
Snapped , broken , strewn
Discarded pieces lay.
A pen can be as mighty as a sword in what daggerd words say,
Forgiveness is key for the soul, forget the stupid fool .
Words are bound written down.like vows intended.
Realising they need to be disregarded for my might is what let's me grow bigger than the tree whose branches do flow.
from the world around us,
&
translate, transcribe, appropriate &
reinterpret---
making something new.
we produce work when confronted
and while some get beat,
jailed,
sued,
censored,
& more often than anything---
simply ignored or
disregarded---
some of us
get away with it all.
we have committed the perfect crime,
you and i.
Joseph's brothers dipped his coat
into the blood of a goat
Jacobs said, My beloved son is surely gone
That was the robe he had on...
Joseph is still alive, the brothers said later
With that, their integrity cratered
Jacob disregarded them, they had lied before
~ The brothers had gotten what they had asked for
When my Mother was killed?
Like a cockroach;
Schotched
She was butchered
Her name erased
From the book of life; expunged
Leaving us unaided
Orphaned
Disregarded, by people
Nobody pays heed
From dust we feed
Swimming in poverty
Famine attacks
Our life, full of strife
As we see her grave
Calling God to save
Our massacred Mother.
Drencho POET Loads
Dusty box of memories,
Where I've been visiting lately
With no set of boundaries,
Just to see you closely
Embrace you widely,
You who disregarded my love,
My sincerity you shove,
I became an outcast who lacked abundantly
Still I always come back,
Before all things turned black,
In your arms I used to abide,
I was yours set aside the pride.
©?Written Whispers
Death and Life
swallow each other,
like a double headed exotic snake
devours the tiny rodent
as it thinks its' just a shadow
on the trail at sunset.
The dead, sitting with an appointed spiritual master,
someone he would have
disregarded in life,
now only wishes for a chance at reincarnation,
while the living
pay a fortune teller
to find out
what he's up to
on the other side.
Blank space, white noise
Miles of useless matter
Hours, days, and years
Filled with futile chatter
Boxed memories
Disregarded
Neglected roots
Where you started
‘‘Twas familiar
Some moons ago
Where you once dwelled
Yet failed to grow
Just fillers of space
And thieves of time
That were required
To walk the line
Before and after
The in between
Season fracture
Remains unseen
The world is noisy
Opinions and judgments
My truth is drowned inside me
The world is bossy
Conditions and commandments
My will is overlooked inside me
The world is cosy
Stages and ambience
My comfort is disregarded inside me
The world is nosey
Forms and surveillance
My profile is misrepresented inside me
The world doesn’t know me
Unheard but I keep up an appearance
Myself hidden inside me
When mind awakens, then comes “Bhairabi(Indian raga)
The awakened mind makes you a poet
Never think yourself as disregarded
Still the breeze blows, waves flow flowers bloom, and the Sun rises
Only for you
Only think that you are blessed
The world is only for you
Just take a dip into Minds River
You will get a new blue sky
Eternal house within a home
That‘s why the mad says
Blooming mind brings
The spring
Form:
Lot of things are being disregarded
Which doesn't meant what being ignored
But why it is
Even the fact, truth , source...
Even though the reality been ignored
Facts are getting disappear
Truth's are drowning in the depth
What about the reason for those disregards?
Whether because of what they were ignored?
Even the care have been in the state of disregard
Reasons too.
Still "Being Ignored" without reasons.
The enormity of time swallows
Each and every rich one's holding's.
Their
'PRECIOUS'
Riches are cast away under a pile
Of rubble and dissolution.
But some poor poet's heartfelt verse,
Which was once disregarded
And shunned time and again,
Shall surface from out the
Legends of the years.
It shall triumphantly last and endure
Throughout time's infamous
Rampage and shall pull two young
Hearts together in eternal way's...........
Plebian Bedrock
Honorably mentioned, a talent search.
Perception stifled, from a righteous church.
Disregarded tidings from the far right.
Reckoning the left in the cloaked night.
Will ideology get its respect?
How can middle ground be beyond suspect?
Legitimately justified they point.
Can odd or even simply hide the joint?
Atonement will merge the enlisted group.
Plebian bedrock, right here on the soup.
3/21/2021
What becomes of me, when I die?
Heaven or hell, or another try.
Heaven seems boring.
Hell is not sporting.
What becomes of me , when I die?
My good deeds rewarded,
My sins disregarded.
I return as a little boy.
Innocent and full of joy.
The wheel of life turns again.
Freeing me from old age pain.
To live again and do good.
As I know I should.
I know what becomes of me.
I will more happy be, and.
One day. I shall be free.
Forgiveness
Forging ahead to brighter horizons,
Overlooking misunderstandings and discord,
Reconciliation of feelings and despair,
Grieving problematic circumstances,
Ignorance excused and disregarded,
Validation of thoughts and feelings,
Expressing contentment within yourself,
Narcissistic attitudes abolished,
Exasperation departures in flight,
State of mind harmonious,
Spiritually composed ... mind, body, soul.
Months have passed by since I last saw you,
I cannot still forget the worrying eyes that you had on that night,
leaving me thought, that we weren't okay but,
I still disregarded it because you seemed to be okay,
I wanted to apologize for setting aside the real problem that we had
and wish I could turn back the time to correct my approach and make things right for us, but this time I will make sure that your personal space will be prioritized.
"WARNING MY POEM ARE" 2/21/09
So real, so very real
and did i say, real
every poem, well just about every poem is real...
one or two lines, maybe made-up to fit my mind set
it doesn't make the CRIMES I write about so untrue
or the loves lost even less painful
and I may never save one persons life or my own
but my poems are very, so very real
and let other stand-up and write
so other will not disregarded there own eyes...
aka:lyricvixen
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